Lyrics

(C.Qubed)
How does he do it
Get money
Wake up, thank the Lord, yes
Day I've never seen yet, Sunshine and birds chirping
Brush my teeth, then clean et
Grab my phone, Apple Pay, Cash App, ding
That's a … check
Get money no choice
I got my own, that's how you invest
Took a couple L's, I learned my lessons
But I'm cool, Jack, shaggadelic I been sippin' Texas, got my powers back
**** movin' reckless, unprotected Don't know how to act
Shorty hit my line, she say she on the way She needin' that notification
Supreme shop updated, a seven I just wasted
Leftovers in stock, **** dressed the same
Like they was datin' Classic vibes, showed my patience
Off the drank, but never waste it Old school, candy paint with daytons
Finna slide down dayton
(Yo) Bagged this girl outside
So she can't be put up safe Older than my mama
Where the grands be put up even Got the ones that couldn't stand me
Shook up, get to shootin' Like Freddie when the band flee
Pull up, it's not endin' well Plug, drop it off, and you can bet I sell
Cost him ten-five for the play Like a NIL, got Hooper sick
Curry with the play, you know I shoot it quick Rep the Red Squad, but I'm groovy
Like a Hoover Crip, not used to this Bitch, they see its Class
You know I'm schoolin' shit, no truein' shit Dump him in the water with a school of fish
He outro, back to count pros You know I'm bout those
Had him bring a slab to the table Like Gauchos, I never play
Lean Brazil, it's like a Texas day Put an extra line on the Ocho
That's a Texas 8 Set the record straight
I'll spin like vinyl till my camp be great I got some family that still can't relate
Pussy
Written by: Brandin Jackson, Jordan Brown
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